The rush of adrenaline still spiked through him, his lightning fingertips still sharp with energy, still humming constantly under his skin.
Thor released a breath carefully. Controlled. His muscles ached that of war, and his eye burned, a reminder. All was silent for that of a second, before a choked cry evaporated into the air.
The King of Asgard stood from his crouch, re-gripping the mighty weapon his body still echoed in pain. His whole body seemed to burn at the slightest remembrance, a testimony to the war he and his comrades had just become victorious in. Thor looked to the pained cry that had clenched a part of his heart, turning to see the shocked faces of his fellow warriors.
It didn't take long before more gurgled sounds of grief and awe, disbelief and incredulity, started to reverberate through the valley of the battlefield. Thor analysed the scene in mild confusion, unsure what could cause such a simultaneous instance of emotion in such an uncoordinated moment, before his sharp ears caught the rustle of cloth.
He turned with a quickness that belied the exhaustion in his limbs, arms bulging in preparation, before his comrades flew past him. Past him, and into the random sea of people, civilians, warriors and strangers alike that had randomly appeared where once no one had been standing. Thor kept his face stoic, watching as the Captain clasped the shoulders of the metal armed man in fervour, tears shedding down his face.
It didn't take long before the nature of the encounters caused his face to soften, the reunions quieting a piece of Thor deep inside. The sight of his friends, the so few that he had left, even as strange as they were, caused Thor a relief settling in the ache of his gut, even as his heart throbbed.
It took him but a moment to recognise he was but one of the few not rejoicing, and a shake of his head prepared the grin he was getting ready to bestow on the comrades who truly deserved such happiness. It would harm him to not be the one cheering merrily, clasping arms and shoulders of those he had assisted to receive such fruits of labour.
The spoils of war meant reunited families, friends knitting themselves together and feasts that would shake the ages.
Thor's smile wavered. Well. Perhaps not for him.
The sun will shine on us again, Brother.
Thor strode forward, his cape fluttering brightly behind him as he met with all those that he had left. The wind shook the long grass, and it lent with a whoosh, his cape snapping in the gale. He inhaled deeply, letting out a cheery battle cry boasting of success and merriment. An answering cry rose up, up, up, high into the air where the sun glinted queerly against the clouds.
At least, Thor swallowed, grin stretching wearily, he would never be alone.